Our laughter rang out through the empty classroom. We were alone with Miss Campbell, Jamal and I, thirty minutes after everyone else had left for the buses and their rides home. It was something we had been doing once or twice a week; she was always eager to stay late, to help one or the other of us with a problem we might have, or a question about that day's lesson. Miss Campbell was just that kind of a teacher. She genuinely cared about her students. It didn't hurt that she was gorgeous; a super-vivacious twenty-four-year-old with lush black hair that cascaded over her shoulders when down. During classes she kept it tied back, but we usually could persuade her to let it down once school was over for the day.
Our question-and-answer sessions usually didn't take long, then we would joke around with her for a few minutes, go home and, inevitably, fantasize about her. Jamal was just as enthralled with her as I was. Today we had gotten into "knock-knock" jokes, some of which were a little dirty. She knew she had to draw the line.
"You guys better watch it," she warned, after her laughter had diminished into a chuckle. "I'm not supposed to encourage you to talk like that."
Jamal had put his jacket on, ready to leave soon, but now he slipped it back off, eager to pursue this. "Heck, these ain't nuthin'," he laughed. "I got some you wouldn't even tell a gang member!" He smiled at his own joke, and absently reached inside his shirt to pull out the crystal necklace he had taken from his grandmother's jewelry box. He planned on giving it to a girl he liked. Miss Campbell's eyes focused on the luminous jewel immediately.
"Oh my gosh, Jamal," she said, reaching for it, "where did you find that? It's beautiful!"
Jamal held it out, and I watched Miss Campbell's eyes as it swung back and forth. She didn't touch it, but held her hand just away from it, watching it intently. "You like it, huh? I'm gonna give it to Shondra," he boasted.
"It's...entrancing..." she breathed, her eyes glued to the slow arcs the crystal was making. Then she seemed to collect herself, and suddenly looked up at the clock on the wall. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, "I've got to get going. I have all your tests to grade tonight!"
"Mine shouldn't take long," I quipped, "just mark an "A" and go on to the rest of the idiots."
She laughed again, glancing at Jamal's crystal a couple of times. "Well, I'll have to give you this, Billy. You're certainly..."
Jamal was still holding the crystal out, also entranced by its refracted light.
"What?" I asked.
She suddenly turned to me. "What...what?" she asked, laughing again. I loved the sound of her laughter. It was so sensual, in its own way.
"You said I'm certainly...something?"
"OH!" she suddenly said. "What I meant was, you're...confident" She laughed again at her own lack of focus, as Jamal slipped the necklace back inside his shirt.
She was watching his every move, I noticed.
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As we walked away from the classroom, I said to Jamal, "My god! Did you see that? Miss Campbell was staring at that pendant like some kind of zombie!"
He turned to me. "Yeah, I noticed that," he confirmed. "That's why I didn't put it away right off. She seemed sort of...hypnotized by it."
"Shit! That's it!" I exclaimed.
"What?"
I stopped, and grabbed his arm to make him stop with me. "She was like, THIS close to being hypnotized, man!" I held up two fingers, not a quarter inch apart.
Sudden awareness dawned on Jamal's face. "Damn, you think so?" he asked. "Oh my god, that gives me so many ideas," he laughed.
"Exactly my thoughts," I said. "Can you imagine what we might get her to do if we could hypnotize her?" I pumped one fist in the air. "Dude, this is epic!"
We began to walk again, and a plan was hatched. We only needed the opportunity to put it into action.
Friday afternoon came, and I looked at Jamal as the bell rang. He nodded, and then looked up at Miss Campbell as the other students began to file out of class, laughing with each other and glad that school was over for the week. He hadn't given the pendant to Shondra. In fact, he was having misgivings about giving his grandmother's necklace away at all.
Miss Campbell had her back to us, her lovely round ass swaying provocatively as she erased everything on the board. The fact that she had worn a barely-approved short tan skirt and high heels had not escaped either Jamal's, or my own, notice. She wore a knit, sleeveless black top, as well. It displayed the sides of her nice little breasts to full advantage, encased as they were in what looked like a lacy black bra. I wondered, for like the thousandth time, how they would feel if I could wrap my hands around them.
We slowly picked up our books and jackets, and were just approaching the front of the class as Miss Campbell finished with the board, and turned around to gather up her own belongings.
"So, got a date tonight, Miss Campbell?" Jamal asked.
The question seemed to catch her by surprise. Her voice faltered a little as she said, "Well, yes, actually. My boyfriend is taking me to dinner at Arthur's." She smiled at the two of us and asked, "Why?"
Jamal had taken the crystal out again, and was holding it by its chain in front of his chest, letting it swing. "Oh, I just noticed how nice you looked today," he said. "Like, some lucky guy is gonna have the prettiest lady in the room with him."
She smiled broadly at the compliment, and thanked him. Then her eyes locked on his crystal necklace, and it was obvious to both of us that she had a hard time pulling her gaze from it. She did, at last, and glanced at me, as if coming up for air from beneath water.
"I really like that top," I added, nodding at her clothing. I saw the blush come into her face, and wondered why. We didn't normally bring color to her cheeks, but she was blushing furiously, now. Her eyes darted back to Jamal's crystal, still swinging.
"I...uh, OH!" she said suddenly. "Thank you, Billy. I'm...I'm glad you like it." She blushed even harder. "I'm going to grade papers in my car, and then go straight to Arthur's to meet Danny."
I wondered what she was thinking about as her eyes came to rest once again on the crystal. Jamal had taken it off his neck now, and held it out between them. "I bet this would look good with that outfit," he said softly, letting it swing six inches from her eyes. She was absolutely locked onto it!
"Miss Campbell?" I whispered softly, "isn't that beautiful?"
She hadn't even blinked, but she sighed under her breath. "It is..." she breathed.
I took the opportunity to further our seeming success. "Don't you want to just look at it all the time?" I asked quietly, not waiting for a reply. "You can, you know. Do you want Jamal to just hold it for you, so you can look at it?"
This time her answer came in the form of a long blink. She was under, just like that!
Jamal whispered, "Dude, keep talking."
I nodded and told her softly, "You feel tired. I bet you would like to close your eyes, but you can't. There's too much to see and too much to do." I hesitated, then asked, "Do you want to do those things?"
"Things?" The question came out almost as a sigh.
"Yes, Miss Campbell. Things. Do you know what things I'm talking about?"
She shook her head no, slowly.
"Would you like to know?" I asked, keeping my voice level and soft, and she nodded her head absently, still staring at the crystal, reflecting different colors in the afternoon light. "Good," I said, smiling to myself.
I steadied my nerves, determined not to blow this, now that she seemed to be under our control. Jamal held the crystal and I did the instructing, working her as a team.
"First," I said, "why don't you take off that top? Wouldn't that feel good?"
She didn't even nod, just reached across her shoulders with her hands and pulled upward. Her top slithered up and over her bra, then her shoulders and head. She held it absently, seemingly unaware of what to do with it.
"Drop it on the floor," I instructed, and she did.
Jamal and I stared at the black bra, bordered in lace along the top and sheer from just under her nipples to the bottoms of the cups. Her breasts were in there, moving as she breathed! It was almost more than I could stand!
Jamal nudged me with his foot, and I spoke again. "Shouldn't we get that bra off?" I whispered, "wouldn't that feel good?"
This time she nodded, but made no move to take her bra off. I prodded her. "I think it would feel really good," I said softly. "Go ahead." She seemed to ponder this a moment, then reached behind her and undid the snaps, still staring at the crystal as if her entire world depended upon her watching it.
I couldn't believe my eyes when she slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and pulled the bra forward. Her breasts were fuller than I had imagined, and her nipples were standing straight out, erect! They looked as hard as pencil erasers. I had to touch them.
I reached out and took one between my fingers. She sighed, but made no move to stop me. I looked at Jamal, who gave me a thumbs-up with his free hand. I took the other nipple between the fingers of my other hand. Her eyes were looking straight at the crystal, and I suddenly thought, what if Jamal removes it from her sight? Would she come out of her trance? I had to do something. I squeezed both nipples hard and saw her eyes flinch, but she remained as passive as ever.
"Miss Campbell," I said softly, "you like looking at the crystal, but you don't need to."
Her eyes stayed just as focused as ever. "You can look at me and listen to the sound of my voice, and whatever I tell you to do, you will. Do you understand?"
Her eyes swung towards me. She smiled and said, "Yes."
My silly hypnotist's voice was working! I turned to Jamal and nodded. He put the crystal back inside his shirt and smiled at me. "You got this," he said, and I nodded again. Miss Campbell was, indeed, under my spell now.
